Home is not a place,
It is a moment.
Moments when you feel safe,
Happy, and contented.
But time changes our hearts,
It makes us long for
Things we don't have,
Things that are not there.
In a home where it no longer
Fits and saves you
From your monters,
It's no longer a home for you.
When all that is left is empty
Spaces that can no longer fill.
Time makes you lonely,
Time can no longer heal.
Growth becomes stagnant
Like waters of the dead.
All living but decaying,
All dying inside our heads.
And time will surely
Tell when spaces are filled,
When emotions are healed,
Till then, everything is empty.